Gu Cong's eyes were very clean.
There was no sympathy, no pity, and even the self reflected in it could not be called embarrassed. The other party seemed to just take out a can of wine in a normal way and asked him if he wanted a drink.
The limbs that didn't want to move at first suddenly surged with some strength, and after realizing that he disliked the hard floor of the entrance, Xi Ye took the arm that Gu Cong consciously handed over, took advantage of the momentum to get up, and snatched the soda can from the opponent's hand along the way.
The rooms in this building all come with a spacious balcony, but Xi Ye doesn't have much time to take care of it. At most, he finds a time when he is not in the sun-preferably on a cloudy day, standing on it to blow the air.
Now, there is one more person who blows the wind in the middle of the night.
With his index finger slightly bent, Xi Ye skillfully pulled the tab open with one hand, using the residual instinct of his body, leaving enough space for the bubbles to roll over: "I told you to watch a joke."
"Have you heard what Xue Minglang said?" Xi Ye tilted his head to ruin his reputation for no reason, "Don't take it to heart."
"There is also the matter of speculating on CP to make money..."
"I know." Even though he was the most injured person but still wanted to comfort him, Gu Cong interrupted the young man and seriously emphasized: "I am different from Xue Minglang."
Don't say that it was emotional indiscretion, even if he was really being used, after thinking about it carefully, he would probably be willing.
Otherwise, how would he have the chance to get close to Xi Ye?
Looking at the red marks on the young man's neck, Gu Cong said softly, "You two are arguing...is it because of this?"
"That's right." Nodding, Xi Ye raised his hand and sipped his mouth lightly, "But it has nothing to do with you, Xue Minglang has convulsions by himself, and everything I do is dirty."
The bubbly liquid slid down his throat, and he frowned imperceptibly, as if he had drunk a can of strange Coke.
Xi Ye himself is a very self-disciplined person.
But the so-called plot made him self-taught in many things.
"He really hates it," Gu Cong pulled out a jug of new wine out of nowhere, and touched Xi Ye's, "That pot fell well."
The amber pupils were full of the cunning of a successful prank. The young man, even bad words, made him speak frankly and frankly. He smiled with a rare expression on his face. Xi Ye raised Gu Cong's arm, touched the other's hand, and quickly took a sip: "That's right."
"Thank you for helping me get my drink."
Gu Cong who was out of the situation: "Huh?"
"Ah what?" Deliberately leaving a stained lip print on the mouth of the can as a mark, Xi Ye raised his eyes, "Kids, don't drink."
Xi Ye also said this on the plane, and it was also because of the wine.
Unconvinced, he stood up straight, and Gu Cong compared his own size: "I'm an adult."
Xi Ye calmed down: "Stop singing?"
Little Bai Yang, who was still green and tall just a second ago, immediately withered.
"I'm not such a good boy," he muttered in a low voice, Gu Cong argued hard, "Mr. Xi, you seem to have misunderstood me."
Xi Ye: "Really?"
Immediately afterwards, he saw the other party hesitate for two seconds, and approached him mysteriously: "I have tattoos."
1101 who waited for melon for a long time: "That's it?"
It had already scanned it when it was researching why Gu Cong was able to calm down the host's mental fluctuations.
In the country where he lost his parents successively, tattoos are not uncommon, but when he saw Gu Cong's appearance of sharing secrets with him, Xi Ye still acted quite cooperatively in surprise, and stretched out his hands: "Where is it?"
Gu Cong was a little confused by being pulled.
He didn't know where the young man saw that his tattoo was hidden near his shoulder, but subconsciously, he tightly grasped Xi Ye's hand.
"It's not resistance, it's not fear." Afraid that the other party would misunderstand him, Gu Cong blinked in panic, "I'm just a little nervous."
Fans who have watched Orange TV's talent show know that although he is outgoing, he actually has clear boundaries. Even in front of the camera, he seldom hooks up with people. For this reason, he was scolded for being fake and cheerful.
Of course Xi Ye knew what the other party was telling the truth.
Because the heart that his palm was forced to stick to was about to jump out.
Moreover, Gu Cong's eyes can't lie at all, he only guessed the direction of the tattoo by relying on the small movements of the other's eyes.
Raising his eyebrows, Xi Ye originally intended to let Gu Cong relax and stop making trouble, but the other party obviously misunderstood his meaning, like a big dog that moved at every command, he obediently slapped his "paws", and only missed putting his hands behind his back.
Kind of cute.
The red ears are a bit cute, and the appearance of being easy to bully in front of him is also a bit cute.
The finger that was about to withdraw turned a corner, Xi Ye pulled Gu Cong's collar, looked inward: "Hmm... is it a whirlpool?"
The pure black, dim, and very messy lines are completely incompatible with Gu Cong's overall impression. The oblique position below the collarbone is as close to the heart as possible.
"Well, I was born with something similar to a birthmark, so I let go of my imagination and played around with it. I usually cover it with waterproof concealer, which saves a lot of mosaics in the later stage."
Stretching out his hand and pushing Xi Ye's fingertips tentatively, Gu Cong smiled with his eyes bent, his pupils shining brightly: "Look, there is still gold."
It does have a touch of gold.
Hiding under the vortex, or line, of chaos.
For no reason, he felt that this image was very pleasing to him, so Xi Ye touched it carefully: "Well, it's very beautiful."
Visible to the naked eye, the muscles under his fingertips tensed up.
Hard, like a rock.
"I'm boasting about tattoos." I don't know why I have to explain this sentence, Xi Ye suddenly let go, took a sip of wine: "Put on your clothes."
1101: "Do you know that you sound like a scumbag?"
Obviously you picked it up yourself.
However, Gu Cong, who was "scumbag" by his own host, didn't realize it. He not only obediently adjusted his appearance, but also ensured that the can of wine that Xi Ye took for Xi Ye was not spilled.
...more like a simple and easy-to-deceive canary boy.
For the first time, sympathizing with humans other than the host, 1101 sighed faintly, and dived into the sea of consciousness.
Already accustomed to the strange behavior of the system from time to time, Xi Ye calmly ignored it. The moon was in the midst of the sky, a little too bright, but his mood was better than imagined.
He should help Gu Cong find a cram school, he thought.
At least get a college degree, so as not to be pulled out and ridiculed at some point like my own trumpet.
Xi Ye is not a person who likes to chat. Most of the time on the balcony is Gu Cong talking.
For example, "the new dance I danced today is completely correct", "the original song has been inspired recently", "the share of the variety show recorded last week was collected, and a 'huge sum' was paid to the orphanage".
They were all trivial things in life, but Xi Ye listened attentively. He was urged by the system to read some of the original works. He vaguely knew that Gu Cong was an orphan, and the company was unreliable.
Is the plot force majeure?
Obviously such a pleasing character.
They responded one after another, and when the two of them returned to the living room, the hour hand on the clock had passed "2" and was heading towards "3" with a click.
No matter how hard-hearted Xi Ye is, there is no way for Gu Cong to take a taxi back at this time.
--As for Zhou Ming, unless it becomes a trending topic right now, the other party probably won't be willing to crawl out of bed at two o'clock in the morning to take care of his aftermath.
"There is only one bed in the house."
Unintentionally wronging herself to sleep on the sofa, Xi Ye threw the empty wine can into the trash can: "It's like when recording the show, is it okay?"
Gu Cong lowered his eyes and yawned, then nodded.
"Just put the rest in the refrigerator," received an affirmative answer, and the black-haired young man walked towards the bedroom. "I'll take a shower first. You can use the one outside. There are bathrobes in the cabinet. They are new and haven't been removed."
Of the two cans of wine, Xi Ye only drank one.
He is different from the trumpet manipulated by the plot, he does not need to use excessive alcohol to numb the heartache of being disgusted. The can in Gu Cong's hand is heavy and almost full.
Ever since he participated in the draft and determined his career direction for a period of time, Gu Cong has been very self-disciplined. Except for the most basic exercises, he has not missed the weekly fitness, and he only drinks and eats spicy food a few times, only on special happy occasions or celebrations.
Whether it is stage performance or appearance, he has never made a mistake in front of the camera.
But at this moment, Gu Cong wanted to reward himself for breaking the precept once.
Carefully paying attention to the movement in the bedroom, he quietly raised the can in his hand, brought it to his mouth, and took a sip like a thief.
"Click."
The door opened, and Xi Ye poked his head out: "The switch..."
"Immediately." Gu Cong quickly hid the wine jar behind his back, trying to swallow the itch in his throat, and hurried his steps.
The O brand beer is not very good, astringent and bitter.
But Gu Cong tasted the sweetness, so sweet that he was as light as a swallow, and he was about to fly.
Knowing that his behavior was very impolite, Gu Cong couldn't control it.
I seem to like Xi Ye a little bit.
The moment he pushed the switch, he pursed his lips, and a thought naturally popped up in his mind, and he slowly understood his abnormality:
He didn't want to drink.
He just wanted to...touch the place Xi Ye kissed.
--
"Ah Choo."
The noon sun was cut off by the curtains, and he opened his eyes dizzily. The black-haired young man's cheeks were flushed in the bedding, and he was rarely dazed.
"Cold." 1101 replied blankly.
Knowing that his body and bones in every life are not good, Xi Ye groaned habitually, and looked at the other half of the empty bed: "Where's Gu Cong?"
1101: "The company has something to do, so I was called away."
Xi Ye frowned: "He didn't catch a cold?"
1101 chichi sneered: "No, people can be alive and kicking if they are showered with water and blown in the wind."
Xi Ye suddenly began to envy young people.
A ten-year difference turns out to be so much different.
【Obviously you don't do the task well every time,】 Angry and heartbroken, with some helplessness mixed in, 1101 couldn't help but blurt out his thoughts, "If this goes on like this, even if you are the benefactor, you can only be the one who is oppressed."
...
With a muffled cough, the black-haired young man fluttered his eyelashes, pretending he didn't hear it.
In fact, there is nothing to do with this inaccessible host at home. 1101 was shrinking the entire system into a ball in frustration, but Xi Ye lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
As if seeing the sun rising from the west, it was dumbfounded: "What are you doing?"
Xi Ye: "Contact Zhou Ming to make an advertisement."
At any rate, Gu Cong stayed up all night and had a drink with him. Before the plot came to an end and the villain went offline, he always wanted to make the most of what he had as soon as possible.
Double endorsement.
Can't let the child lose.